[For all that Nyx is floating, Regis is very grounded, walking an edge and knowing he will soon be falling. He looks forward to the fall--anticipation to make the moment better. Each lick and nip to his hand raising the edge higher, each clench and roll building to make the fall longer. It's hearing his name in that voice and in that tone, the hope and then invitation that come along with it that finally causes him to lose the edge. Regis cries out, thrusting up to meet Nyx, free hand finding purchase on the Glaive's arm and holding tight as he falls.
There have been times--increasing over the years--where Regis feels far too keenly that he is falling--losing himself to the magic of the Crystal--but the loss that comes with this fall, this erasure of everything in heat and light, is freeing not frightening. His body shudders with how strongly it needs that moment of nothing, for how hard it struggles to hold on for a little longer, for how it gradually releases that hold and lets his mind slowly slide back into reality.
It's not his own body he feels first, but Nyx's still moving slowly over him. Regis releases the tight grip he has on the Glaive's arm, slightly trembling fingers running over marks he knows vaguely, in the back of his mind, will be bruises in the morning. A few more to add to the collection.
A soft, contented sound slips from his lips and he finally opens eyes he has no idea when he closed, hazy green searching out silvered blue. When he finds them, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against the lips not far below, speaking softly, once he pulls away, two simple words.]
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There have been times--increasing over the years--where Regis feels far too keenly that he is falling--losing himself to the magic of the Crystal--but the loss that comes with this fall, this erasure of everything in heat and light, is freeing not frightening. His body shudders with how strongly it needs that moment of nothing, for how hard it struggles to hold on for a little longer, for how it gradually releases that hold and lets his mind slowly slide back into reality.
It's not his own body he feels first, but Nyx's still moving slowly over him. Regis releases the tight grip he has on the Glaive's arm, slightly trembling fingers running over marks he knows vaguely, in the back of his mind, will be bruises in the morning. A few more to add to the collection.
A soft, contented sound slips from his lips and he finally opens eyes he has no idea when he closed, hazy green searching out silvered blue. When he finds them, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against the lips not far below, speaking softly, once he pulls away, two simple words.]
Thank you.